you're shotting off your whatsapp lost
i've been eating carrots like what's up doc?
a bag on your coat
two bags on your loubs
but you're sitting at the bus stop lost
my PS20 bougs i remember those
they had rips in the front and the tongue was torn
my PS12 jacket
i remember bro
it was way too big but it kept me warm
and i'm tired of these cunch spots
i never slept
i used to hunt shots
i was stepping out in dunlop
i grew up on knife crime and gun shots
mummy thinks her son's lost
real life
my brudda's crop dropped twice
now he's rolling in a drop-top iced
man talk greaze
until the pump make you hopscotch nice like
from an infant
learned to use my instincts
like for instance
shit's not distant
me
my ting
my knife
always stay in sync
now let that shit sink in
i don't do this four door
4x4
four draw bullshit
me and heat
two door
black car
full clip
i don't do this four door
4x4 bullshit
me and heat
two door
black car
full clip
mama raised a killer and i'm pissed it went this way
smoking on that reefer helped them demons go away
rolling with my heater hoping this can keep me safe
i'll kill for my nigga p
we played the hood like
i swear my life changed on that day i got that brick and flake
i knew that day would change upon me looking at the stakes
all my people eating good and they ain't got no steak
yo
i can't wait to leave the hood cause i can feel the hate
yo
she just wanna fuck me cause she know my paper straight
woah
people do the most
act like it's love it's really hate
woah
'rally wanna catch me with that pole i've gotta stay low
i can't be an angel
they'll be shooting at my halo
so many times i've got it cracking on the main roads
let that smoke off and now we're trapping in the same clothes
it looks good when it's not my nigga coke
but wallahi he's in the dock
tell them fucking jokes
cold world
don't be thinking niggas won't tell
cause they will
haters hate it when it's going well
4x4's
four doors
hitting all these sales
still smile up in your face like all is well
never been a follower i've always been a leader
my darg's stressed out so he's smoking on the 'nesia
my uncle got cancer and i seen him have a seizure
we lit candles cause we had nothing on the metre
no electric so we had to light candles
man i'll make the steel beat like the guy banglez
i'm a gorilla in the flesh
leave a guy mangled
she ain't got a big batty that's the side angle
gordon
chef man before they chef mine
i was screaming free my cousin remtrex ten times
on holiday i'm thinking of my next flight
fake g's love banging through the websites
skrr skrr
bang bang then i peel off
even though i sin mum raised me with a clean heart
no grades from school but i'm street smart
grew up in the city where they stab man and beat corn
me
adz and tormz that's three armed men
undercover feds trying to clock my vrn
i can't sleep cause i ain't got three yards yet
i love the fans cause they pay just to see rm
yg wanna trap
now he's on a charge
fuck security cause i'm my own bodyguard
speak through my actions
i don't wanna talk
and i'll fend for my g's they ain't gotta ask